Glenn. One of my very best friends at Fairmount Junior High School, in Hackensack NJ. Best set shot I ever saw. My Dad took us to Met games back in 1962. Glenn outreached me for a foul ball. I was 5’8. Married the sweetest young lady. My deepest sympathy to your family.
The old saying "it takes a village to raise a child" keeps popping in my head. I think it relates to how we all lived in the same house together for the first 20 somewhat years of my life and the impact that had on me, to this day. We were all really close. Birthdays, holidays, vacations, sitting in the backyard….heck, even just calling you down for chili night or Twinkies. It all became what life was to me. Of course, after moving out on my own it got a little less, but all the major events still happened, with everyone together. I guess what I am saying is, since leaving NJ, those things haven’t been the same for me, ever. They were different and they were good, but they weren’t the way it was supposed to be. You were a huge part of that. Basketball, golf, holiday get togethers. It was amazing and I wouldn’t trade a minute of it for anything. You’re a great man, Uncle G and you raised a great family. To sum up in one word when I think back is, fun. You were always fun to be around. And I think everyone that knows you, loves you. I love you, Uncle G. And I am thankful that you were a big part of my life growing up. You helped mold in me what things should be and that’s family, tradition and fun. I will be forever grateful.
Your nephew, Chris (Pisshopper)